Burn The Ships / Viserys Targaryen / Larys Strong

32. Ferocity

Larys smiled at her, letting his hand drop slightly so his fingers graze against her bare shoulder. He moved them back and forth, holding eye contact with her the entire time. He watched her pupils dilate, little by little, with each stroke. Larys couldn't stop himself from biting his lip before slipping his hand onto the slope of her shoulder, his thumb lightly gliding up the length of her neck. Her lips part ever so slightly, and that's the moment he was done. He put down his glass and she followed his lead. 

His hand moved up to cradle the base of her neck, and he pulled her toward him, leaving barely an inch between their lips. their breathing blends for a few seconds, his chest thumping with anticipation. He grazed his lips against hers, a preview, before dipping down to her neck. Lucia giggled as he dragged his bottom lip up her neck until he reached her ear, lingering a moment before capturing her lobe and giving it a soft tug. The quiet gasp that leaves her shoots right into his hardening cock. 

Larys smiled to himself before finally, finally, giving in to what he had been dying to do. Her lips melted against his, the kiss soft as they slowly moved against each other. She tasted like an angel, her feathery lips bringing him to the gates of heaven. He have never wanted a kiss this much in his life, and the satisfaction of finally tasting her after all this time was euphoric. Everything he imagined and more. 

His tongue teased her lips apart, and he took his time exploring her as she sighed into him, knowing he would spend all day like this if only he could. Larys pulled back, looking at her. Her dark eyes are dripping with lust. He was about to drag her into another kiss when her hand suddenly shot up and grasped his jaw, pulling him hungrily into a new kiss. 

It's fervent, desperate, delicious. A complete switch from the soft, lazy perusal of before. But he matched her one for one, devouring her with equal ferocity. 

Suddenly, she's swinging one of her legs over his body, straddling his lap. He felt her against his cock and groaned. Who knew she could be such a tease? She started moving her hips slowly over him, and it felt so damn good. He couldn't help it when both his hands travel to her hips, pushing her down harder.

"Fuck, Lu." He grumbled, he gave her lip a sharp nibble, and she moaned into it, fingers tightening around his jaw. This woman was perfection. He pushed her down on himself harder, feeling her slide back and forth on his pant covered cock with more friction. But he was a hungry man, and he let one of his hands travel up past her hip, along the lines of her body, until he reached the soft fabric of her dress.

His hand palmed her through the fabric tugging at the strings, and it's a tease. He got touches of her bare skin between the fabric, and his dick twitched when he got her nipple to finally poke through the loose fabric, sliding down her chest. His thumb circled the hard peak while he made the tough decision to tear himself away from her lips and take her nipple into his mouth. Her head lolled back, along with the rest of her body, and he had to grip her hips again to prevent her from accidentally sliding back. 

"You feel so good." Those four words were like magic to Larys ears. He brought her back to his lips, kissing her like she is his first breath of air and without her, he would die. Her tongue spears into his mouth, and he matched her, twining them together.  

"Ready for more?" The words are breathy against her lips. She gave him a hum and nodded her head before kissing him again. He tugged on the string, feeling it unravel, and guided his hands along her collarbones slowly before dipping to peel her dress down, freeing her breasts completely. He felt her smile against his lips as he ran his fingers across the sides of her breasts. 

He pulled back from her kisses to admire the goddess in front of him. The setting sun was hitting her with its amber glow, bathing her in its grace. She was her grace. It suited her. 

 Her body shined in the rays as she leaned back slightly, her chest raising and perking her tits up. He grabbed them both in his hands, the soft mounds sitting perfectly cupped in his palms. He gave them a squeeze and rocked his hips up. He gave her nipples a small twist, and she gasped, eyes flashing open to stare at him. Larys smirked and leaned down to suck on her tit. 

Larys placed kiss upon kiss before circling his tongue around her nipple, flicking the soft bud. Her hips continued to rock over his dick in a lazy rhythm, building the pressure higher and higher. He moved on to her other breast, laving it with the same attention. She reached down and gripped his chin, guiding him back up to her lips.